life You know what I'm sayin' It's going from good to bad and bad to worse And now I got you so mad it hurts Here's some advice, check it To find
out my fuckin' Goodie Bag Without your shank you can't thank Without your niggas you up the creek Stank with a ass fool of ore Takin' what I say for what it's worth It
You're my superstar You're superstar Yeah Come on It's a pretty day let's go outside and enjoy it If you got something else in mind then I'm all for it
had to front and say yo, true, stick it on me I started smoking to prove I'm an adult Now it's a habt but is it all my fault I wished my mother would
it on the rack, won't notice it My bank 'count, commas all over it Racks on racks on racks Young Jeezy Young, if it's convertible, then how is it a
the multi-colors now but that's part of the fact That I stay throwing up the rocks, like the Carter was back It's the Roc, psyche nigga it's not But it's
ass If I pass gas, ducks fast or gets trimmed like a mustache I must ask what's goin' on with rap, white kids actin' black It's like McDonald's sellin
what you were, it's what you have become What about love? What about God? What about holiness? What about mercy Compassion and selflessness? You know it's true
, history's excuse When all along it's the path you choose For you are the one whom the media sings Soon you will see the color of your wings Superior
love you" But it's in my heart and it feels new Is it true for you, is it true for you? Of course you'd like to play that we'd be friends, It couldn
same It must be contagious--looks like it's goin' around It's cool once you catch it--you can't keep your feet on the ground BRIDGE: C'mon, c'mon--let
Everything's Okay (Chris Jonat) You think ? you think you think too much But it's not about when, it's all about what If you use your eyes and forsake
we can see each other, cause every color that makes the light appear duller, who's the colored man? Who's the original, who's the biochemical Who's
a world I know is burning to the ground It's hard to stay here but where do we go? I know I can't feel it anymore It's true time is wearing us down
better What's so wrong With what you thought was true and All the colors are disappearing But you should take this for what it's worth This is it And it
I stay throwing up the rocks, like the Carter was back It's the Roc, psyche nigga it's not But it's prolly a rock sized bullet, up in it's pop Sorry